Su Bian Cultivation World

Xie Chuncan once said to Baihezhou that the most sincere prayer should be done with blood.

— Lied to him, this is only half true.

The most sincere book prayer was also studied to the extreme by Xie Chuncan, who was alone, but he kept it hidden for many years, and was finally refined into today's book prayer.

The material of this prayer is human bones.

Xie Chuncan personally cut off his left arm, pierced his chest, and carved out the scarlet marks of Shuqi stroke by stroke with the blood of his heart.

It's his bones, his blood, the countless sleepless nights of Xie Chuncan, and his deep-rooted vengeance are densely recorded in small print.

He was a lone wolf who once staggered in the dead snow field, and his eyes were faintly filled with shock and peace.He is also a poisonous snake hanging on the tip of the eaves today, with a thin and lonely body, but just a drop of venom is the throat-sealing weapon for destroying the city.

The lone wolf lay in ambush in the snow, its coat color was dying cold dark blue; the poisonous snake was curled up in the corner of the eaves, wide open seven inches wide, as if it could kill it with a pinch.

As a result, few people realize that wolves hide their sharp teeth, while snakes have a mouthful of deadly poison.

It's like Baihezhou only paid attention to Xie Chuncan's Nascent Soul cultivator with a strange aura, but never thought about why a Nascent Soul cultivator lost half of his arm.

That wasn't an arm, but an arrow in the back that Xie Chuncan placed high hopes on.

When the long arrow carved from his flesh and bones took shape, all the blood-drenched book prayers radiated a dark golden brilliance, just like the only one-of-a-kind artifacts in the legendary stories.

The top craftsman will recognize this light, the golden light of the pagoda emerges in the burning furnace, symbolizing the purity and excellence of the top materials honed in the fire of heaven and earth.

To obtain such a finished product, it is usually necessary to use the most precious materials, raise the most rare sky fire, and then have a craftsman swing a hammer weighing more than a thousand catties, and polish the prototype of the divine weapon in a monotonous clanging sound.

But Xie Chuncan only used himself and Shuqi.

His flesh and blood are the furnace for refining tools, and bones are the simplest material. As for the flame of refining treasures, he uses his own heart fire that has been burning for 16 years.

Xie Chuncan got an arrow that destroys the enemy, the golden light is surrounded by light red and white, although it has not broken the string, but it can be seen that it is going forward.

He stretched out his hand and gently grasped the body of the arrow. The long arrow knew what he wanted, and it disappeared between reality and reality in the blink of an eye.

Xie Chuncan closed his eyes, and in the empty valley, sitting between his own pool of blood, he showed a ferocious smile.

No one knew that there was a deadly arrow hidden in Xie Chuncan's empty sleeve, which was casually tied in a knot.

And today, it is time for this unprecedented Xie family book to see the light of day.

Xie Chuncan raised his bow, and when he opened it, an ominous dark gold appeared from his left sleeve.

This golden light is like a void, passing through Xie Chuncan's cuffs as if there was nothing there. This golden light is also a real weapon to destroy the army. It pierces through the sky along the way, and with the sound of howling wind, it goes straight to the white tiger. go!

The power of this arrow surpassed all previous arrow rains.

Although Baihu has always held a high position and lacks actual combat experience, after all, he has inheritance memory and is at the bottom.Xie Chuncan's arrow was so fierce, he knew it was not good just by hearing it.

That arrow was like an eagle hitting the sky, with the momentum of immortality, Baihu hurriedly summoned his Daoyuan bodyguard.

The way of dryness comes from Gangzhiyang, and it is invincible. As expected by Baihezhou, this long arrow will either break and bounce off, or it will be smashed by the arrow.

However, it does not.

After the golden arrow collided with the White Tiger Vajra-like dao source energy wall, the two unexpectedly held a stalemate.The long arrow was hanging in the air, and the pale golden tip had pierced a little into the air wall.It wasn't broken, and it didn't just fall.

Baihu frowned, and suddenly added a force on it.

The long arrow, which was as gorgeous and bright as a phoenix-tailed golden feather, trembled slightly, and the golden light of countless prayers on the arrow shone at the same time, like twinkling and silent eyes.

The long arrow, which was carried by human bones, still did not retreat in the slightest.

Arrow is not like that.

As the saying goes, there is no turning back arrow when opening the bow, as long as the feather arrow is off the string, the rest will be life or death.However, there seems to be some kind of air behind this arrow...

Baihu suddenly noticed something, and suddenly raised his head in Xie Chuncan's direction!

Xie Chuncan was also hanging in the air, he looked coldly in the direction of Baihezhou, his eyes were two blazing fires, which were full of almost paranoid persistence.

And at his heart, a long blood line was pulling out, crossing the air far away, connecting with the long golden arrow.

——The best book prayer not only needs to be sacrificed with human flesh and blood, but also devours the heart and blood of the person who uses the prayer from time to time.

Shuqi is Xie Chuncan's other hand commanded like an arm, a strange weapon that he never leaves, and a wishful artifact that can feel his heart and be controlled by him... And Xie Chuncan is Shuqi's worshiper.

He threw himself into the way of writing, using his own blood and life to sign an insubstantial contract with the writing machines of the ancestors.

He put his flesh and life on the altar.

So those supernatural powers that can overturn mountains and seas, and the power to do whatever you want, also crossed the boundless history, and attached to his arm carved with long arrows according to his imagination.

Although Baihezhou's hypocrisy is disgusting, his vision is really good.He didn't hesitate to slaughter a family to seize Shuqi, because he took a fancy to the potential of this skill.

Of course, he failed to learn this stolen thing.

Maybe there is also their integrity between the beginning and end of the text.At least on Shuqi, they can tell who is the real master who controls them.

Going around and going to the end, the talent and glory still belong to Xie.

And when Shuqi's power is exerted to the extreme, it seems that it can really surpass the heavens.At least at this moment, only Xie Chuncan, who is a Nascent Soul cultivator, can use a long arrow to fight against the source of Qianzhi.

This scene is almost a kind of miracle against the sky, with a small amount of greatness, and a small number of small things to make a big difference.The picture is tragic, desolate, rare, but Xie Chuncan only has a little bit of painstaking care.

The moment Baihezhou realized that Xie Chuncan was putting his heart and soul into it, he almost put down half of his defenses.He added another three points of strength to the wall of Daoyuan Qi, making up his mind to make Xie Chuncan burn until the oil ran out.

At this moment, compared to Xie Chuncan, he paid more attention to Han Qianling who had withdrawn from the battle.

The newborn dragon can resist the tiger.He and Han Qianling continued to fight with real knives and guns, and they would probably lose both, but if he wanted to run, the other party would not be able to stop him.

Baihezhou no longer regards Xie Chuncan as an opponent, and all he cares about is how to escape from here in a while.

And Xie Chuncan on the opposite side seemed really unworthy to be his opponent.

Xie Chuncan's complexion had turned pale visible to the naked eye, and the last layer of powder had even faded from his lips.Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead one by one, and when they wet the gray front, they looked like blood and tears.

Compared with the body of the white tiger's alien beast, Xie Chuncan, who was so thin that only a handful of bones remained, looked so thin; compared with the wall of energy supported by the white tiger, the golden long arrow was set off so small.

In terms of status, Baihu is one of the four elephants, born with extraordinary blood, and in terms of cultivation, Baihu is one of the few Mahayana monks today, taking advantage of Daoyuan; the wheel is consumed, Daoyuan has always maintained Baihe State The spiritual power, but the blood of the heart is a consumable.

Xie Chuncan couldn't compare to Baihu's status, his bloodline, and his cultivation.

Xie Chuncan has no identity of a different species, no blessing from a source of Taoism, and no accumulation of cultivation and connections over the years.

But Xie Chuncan still has a life!

Xie Chuncan's eyes sharpened, and he pressed hard on his heart.In an instant, the blood in his heart gushed out like a red stream. Although it was only for a moment, Baihu suddenly felt the pressure of confrontation suddenly doubled!

Faced with such a lifeless offensive, even the white tiger would curse: "Back to the light, you're still alive!"

Unfortunately, this curse seems like a prophecy.

As if meeting Baihu's prediction, Xie Chuncan was teetering in the air after forcing out the last blood, and the blood line that was mixed with spiritual power and continuously transported towards the golden long arrow also burst apart suddenly.

Xie Chuncan seemed to have lost the strength to open his eyes.

The golden feathered arrow can sense the state of its owner, it was originally carved from Xie Chuncan's bones.Almost at the moment when Xie Chuncan was fainting, the long arrow also fell down.

As Xie Chuncan's head turned sideways heavily, the golden arrow engraved with prayers disappeared in the air as if melting.

Baihezhou was still holding on to the Qi wall formed by his Dao source, but a winner's smile was already grinning at the corner of his mouth.

His smile was only halfway spread on that tiger face.

The next moment, the golden arrow feather condensed and formed in the air again, it passed through the pure power of the dry face, and pierced straight into the white tiger's heart.

The arrows made by Xie Chuncan himself, and the prayers written in one stroke can make his bones toss and turn between reality and reality according to his will.

Xie Chuncan suddenly raised his head, his face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were as bright as lightning.He didn't show a smile, but every muscle on his face seemed to be full of joy.

In front of Lord White Tiger, Xie Chuncan clenched his fists violently.

This is a call to action.

The tail of the golden arrow that penetrated the heart of Lord White Tiger suddenly trembled, and the radiant prayer seemed to be flowing, gathering all its strength to the tip of the arrow at this moment.The white tiger master spat out a big mouthful of blood, from the white tiger's wide-open mouth, one could vaguely see a cloud of blood blasting at the end along the throat.

It seemed as if endless blood gushed out of Baihezhou's mouth continuously, as if there was a spring spurting blood in his heart.

Xie Chuncan stared at the pool of blood that symbolized the obliteration of sins, and unconsciously shed two lines of tears.

Xie was convicted because of Shuqi, and Baihezhou died because of Shuqi.

The power that supported Xie Chuncan until today was finally pulled away, he closed his eyes, covered his heart, the blood from his heart was still gurgling out from between his fingers.

Xie Chuncan staggered top-heavy, and fell from mid-air.

He felt as light as a feather.

In a daze, a thought flashed through Xie Chuncan's mind like lightning, he thought, I seem, as if...

It seems to be Xie Jianhuan.

He fell from the long sky, and the white tiger also fell from the sky.It's just that the dead white tiger was thrown to the ground under the watchful eyes of everyone, and the wet blood splattered and splashed a section of newly contaminated smoke on the ground.

And someone caught Xie Chuncan.

For a moment, as if he was still stuck in the dead, Luo Jiujiang split Xie Chuncan's seven arrows in a row, and when the last knife was hanging in front of Xie Chuncan's face, he suddenly withdrew his strength, and then smashed Xie Chuncan firmly into his back.

In a daze, Xie Chuncan suddenly understood why Luo Jiujiang was not afraid of falling at that time.

Because at this moment, Xie Chuncan was also caught by a pair of arms.

The former boy has grown into a young man, only the shocking power tainted with light and fire has not changed at all.

Xie Chuncan staggered across the snow field with him on his back, he and Xie Chuncan supported him and found the way out of the underground palace.

Friends who can entrust their lives are naturally more able to entrust the weight of falling.

Luo Jiujiang stopped Xie Chuncan in the air.At this moment, Brother Xie's face was as white as paper, and his weight seemed to be no heavier than a piece of paper.

He was half relieved and half sad, just as he was resisting Xie Chuncan's back, and was about to give him some spiritual energy, he suddenly saw Xie Chuncan's lips moving.

"...Brother Xie?"

Xie Chuncan asked vaguely, "Is the sea... that sea... still there?"

Luo Jiujiang's eyes turned red immediately.

"Yes." He said firmly, "The sea has been waiting for Brother Xie to see."

Xie Chuncan just smiled, and passed out contentedly.

Luo Jiujiang supported the light Xie Chuncan to the ground. Now that the white tiger was dead, he had to go to get his source of dao.

But before he turned to face the white tiger, he heard Dong Shuangyu's scream.

——Dong Shuangyu even screamed.

And the name he exclaimed was——

"Xuanwu!"